How Long...?

Yo, when's this nigga gonna come out with that shit, man (Yeah, that nigga bringing some fire) We need that new Hip Hop But yo, how long this nigga gonna take, man I faded... after my second LP Lyrics kinda felt empty, it didn't represent me Went away for awhile in search of truth Time well spent on the path of enlightenment but fooled Into thinkin' Jesus wasn't God, or a god But My God can make smart people stupid, hah While I... consumed beats, ill raps do speak But still didn't know me so I asked the Spirit of the Holy And He awoke me, pray we don't remain lukewarm Remain truth and strong, watch for those who do harm "Say No More" was released before I was a newborn Refreshed! Redemption doesn't come till we're reformed Keep steady and strong till we pass to our next body Stay with The Body, The Church to be taught and be embodied Came back, got a life insurance to the Heavens I receive my heart and my life back in His presence (Message!) Ok. Ok. Getting all religious on me now (He with that nice shit, nigga. He-he writes music, man) (He ain't with all that bullshit that ya niggas is making.) But my question is... How long I been... sidetracked... for far too long These... childish rappers, f*ck is wrong Doesn't make a difference when you say you're the sickest And don't bring it; lyrics, recognize the illest Kick it with the 1, 2. When you gon' bring it You dig it? You smell me? Sniff it. Just like children Snippet of my life wanted to be creative with the lyrics So I watched flix for plots and rarely a few different Then I delayed on the wordplay to perfect it Read books for bigger words, my inner nerd is hectic My meter broke. Speaking words for deeper verse in sentence Letting speakers burst 'cuz you don't heed the Word, check it Told 'em LP coming soon, it's been over a decade No thanks to these connections, while Hip Hop decayed Used to do it for the praise, I just do it for the fun When in battle, when you choke on blood, means you're done, son Ayo, are you almost done Come on, man. How long you trying make a brother wait Drop that shit already. I need that shit Hopefully not that long, before I knock that song Got a couple albums in the works, they sound like bomb Should I drop 'em all at once or every week a hit song No features either, I'm not afraid to eat alone Deep aroma keeps my heed in longer unless you breathe it wrong Peep this song, that's what wifey tells me when we eat at home Left alone, thankfully the beat speaks in moan Reflecting cries in pain; I blast it till the speakers' blown Testing 1, 2. I speak into the microphone And quick, write the words that permeates thru yo' dome Am I quiet again? Zoned out in my own mind Thinkin' about some deep stuff, God, and the whole nine Life's about love and fellowship, not the goal line Or to sound like another rapper, why rap at all It's been months, how many times you gon' post the same track It was lame, whack. I'm back homie, it's a wrap (It's a wrap! It's a wrap!) A'ight nigga, say no more. I'm back And tell these bitch-ass niggas that playtime is over A'ight. I'm out, son. Ghost